Saturday, July 22, 2006


But I will love
Each spoonful of myself
And measure me like
inches of gold, loosely
But with great selfishness
for publishing the value
and holding the cones of light
in my own good-eyes.

The circumstance rings
Itself out of existence.
What is left is pure,
Seven, Naturale;
The latest news,
The sweet video of the heart;
The way
I run my affairs.

Phyllis McEwen
copyright 1997
Originally published in the Deepwater Journal


Gramercy Galleria said...


Absolutely wonderful -- beautiful -- powerful.

Dina, thank you so much for posting this graceful bit of universal 'Om'.


queenlint1 said...

Phyllis. Sable. Girlfriend. I loved this the first time I published it and it remains as riveting to me now!


Martha Marshall said...

I can picture her there in front of the room, speaking these words as only she can, with faint jazz notes behind her.